Chapter 261 The Sixth Day of Entering a Xuanhuan Novel
Chapter 261 The Sixth Day of Entering a Xuanhuan Novel
Chapter 261: Day Six in a Fantasy Novel
"Ah!" The gray-clad man who had rushed in first barely penetrated ten zhang before letting out a muffled groan. His face flushed crimson, and a trace of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth. Clearly unable to withstand the internal pressure, he retreated in a disheveled and flustered manner, his eyes filled with shock.
Those who followed closely behind, witnessing this, felt as if a bucket of cold water had been dumped on them, their fervor cooling slightly.
They halted in the relatively sparse area within the valley, feeling the spiritual energy pressure that still made it difficult to move even a step, glancing at one another uneasily.
It seemed they couldn't afford to rush in after all.
"Let's wait a while longer!"
Someone shouted: "Wait until the spiritual energy thins out more!"
Most chose to heed this advice, finding spots to settle down, keeping a wary eye on others while awaiting the optimal moment.
Xie Xuandu, however, did not stop.
While the others hesitated, Xie Xuandu seized the moment and pressed on deeper into the valley.
He could clearly feel that the deeper he went, the stronger the stinging in his meridians grew.
But instead of showing pain, the faint smile on his face only widened, even curling into a hint of pleasure.
He could take it.
Moreover, this feeling of walking the razor's edge, feeling power and pain intertwined, stirred a strange excitement in him.
He raised a hand and dabbed at the trickle of blood that had seeped from the corner of his mouth due to the surging spiritual energy, with his plain white handkerchief.
He finally reached the deepest part of the valley, where the scene was different from the outer areas.
The spiritual energy was so thick it had nearly turned liquid, drifting slowly through the air, giving off a hazy white glow.
Then, he stopped in front of a small, unremarkable cave entrance.
At the cave mouth, it was a sea of white—the spiritual energy there was even denser than what had filled the valley entrance half a month ago!
It was as if all the spiritual energy's essence had gathered here, guarding whatever lay at the core.
Xie Xuandu's pupils contracted slightly, his curiosity spiked to its peak.
He took out the handkerchief again and unhurriedly wiped the corner of his mouth, wiping away the last trace of blood. With a flick of his finger, a small flame sparked to life, reducing the handkerchief to ashes.
Staring at that thick, impenetrable white glow, he let out a low chuckle, his curiosity and intrigue plain to see:
"What in the world is this?"
As if answering his question.
The instant his words left his mouth, the impossibly dense mass of spiritual energy at the cave mouth suddenly collapsed inward!
All that wild, violent spiritual energy that had been so hard to approach, in an instant, visibly collapsed, shrank, and was sucked toward the center!
Xie Xuandu instinctively stepped forward, his phoenix eyes locked unblinkingly on the center of the energy.
The spiritual energy rapidly dispersed and faded, revealing what had been hidden inside.
It was... a little black ball?
Jet black, with thick, fluffy fur, palm-sized, curled up in a ball, nearly blending into the cave's shadows.
The only thing that stood out was the big, equally fluffy tail behind it, which seemed to twitch slightly from the violent fluctuations of spiritual energy.
Xie Xuandu paused, raising an eyebrow, a little surprised: "A spirit beast?"
Judging by its appearance, it was a species he'd never seen before. To cause such a heavenly phenomenon, its bloodline had to be extraordinary.
But why was it so round, though?
But that thought had barely formed when what he saw next made his ever-smiling eyes go wide!
Light flowed across the surface of that little black coal ball!
The light wasn't blinding—it was like flowing moonlight, cool and sacred—and it instantly wrapped around the small body.
Within the glow, the fuzzy silhouette began to stretch and change at a visible speed!
The limbs grew long and slender, the torso straightened, and the shape of a head became clear...
The light slowly dimmed and faded away.
Where the little black coal ball had been curled up, there was now a human figure curled on the ground, lying face down.
It was a man, completely naked, not a stitch on him.
Ink-black, silky hair, like the finest satin, spilled down, messily covering his bare back, waist, hips, and legs.
It partly hid most of his skin, yet perfectly traced the smooth, graceful lines of his body.
Only his limbs—his slender arms and bent legs—were fully exposed to the air.
His exposed skin was extremely fair, as if carved from the finest mutton-fat jade, lustrous and pale, and under the lingering glow of spiritual energy around him, it seemed to give off a soft light of its own.
His skin was so fine that no pores were visible, so smooth it made one's heart tremble, carrying an otherworldly, untouched purity and perfection.
He seemed a little dazed from just transforming, still lying prone, his cheek turned slightly, buried in the crook of his arm.
Then he moved.
Slowly, he raised his head.
His black hair slid to both sides like a waterfall as he moved, finally revealing the face that had been hidden all this time.
Xie Xuandu's breath caught, just for an instant.
It was a face... that words couldn't do justice to.
If forced to describe it, you'd have to say it was a beauty that transcended gender and worldly standards, striking straight at the soul.
Every line of his features seemed carved by the most exquisite laws of heaven and earth—any more would be too much, any less would be too plain, and right now, it sat at a perfect, harmonious balance.
His brows were like distant mountains wrapped in mist, long and elegant, beneath them, his eyes were open, with long, thick lashes casting fan-shaped shadows.
But the most striking feature was his eyes.
They were pitch-black eyes, like the deepest night, yet with flecks of starlight hidden deep inside, clear and distant, as if they could reflect everything in the world, yet nothing could leave a mark on them.
His gaze was calm and unruffled, with a newborn's purity, yet also the indifference of someone who had lived through countless ages.
His gaze wandered without focus for a moment, then locked onto Xie Xuandu, who stood not far from the cave entrance.
For a moment, their eyes locked.
The residual spiritual energy within the cave transformed into specks of faint light, floating like stardust between the two.
Xie Xuandu's phoenix eyes, always holding a faint smile, now clearly reflected the naked figure inside the cave—a body carved from the finest white jade—and a face that could outshine the sun and moon.
A flicker of surprise crossed his mind, but it was swiftly replaced by a far more intense curiosity.
So, it was a Spirit Beast that had taken human form?
The one who had triggered the spiritual tide that lasted half a month and drawn the fervent pursuit of countless demons and cultivators was, in fact, a Spirit Beast in transformation.